This "surprise" can hardly be classified as pleasant...

Consciousness returns to you under the impact of a sharp flash of pain...

A burning sensation in your left cheek...

A headache mingles with the dizziness of **** intoxication...

Another pulse of pain!

It feels like someone has landed another punch to your face...

Your blurred vision can barely focus...

"Shit! Dirty, filthy bitch! Stinking, disgusting half-elven perv-boy!" - you hear a stream of vicious curses ringing close to your ears.

"Shut up! Stop yelling, Adgeron! Do you want a frightened female inkeeper to call the bastards from the city guard here?! We don't give a damn what exactly is between that bitch's legs! Cunt or a pathetic little appendage... We'll find a way to use that bitch!" - you recognize the voice of that bald, black-bearded dwarf who **** you to drink that... disgusting, cloudy gray drink... and the drinks that followed...

A noise of incomprehensible curses in the dwarven language deafens you for a moment.

With incredible difficulty, you try to focus your vision to discern anything other than blurry spots.

Your gaze falls on the ceiling...

The lighting in this large room is dim...

Only a couple of smoldering oil lamps hang on the walls.

You lower your gaze slightly and...

You realize that your body is now sprawled on a large double bed, and those five dwarves are standing nearby. One of them (a large mustache, a small chestnut-colored beard, an angry gaze from his brown eyes...) is closer to you than the others...

It looks like he's given you a couple of painful slaps to the face...

And he raises his hand again!

In fear, you try to dodge or jump out of bed.

Alas, your body seems beyond your control right now...

Your muscles (which are usually not particularly strong anyway) are so relaxed and like some kind of amorphous "jelly" that you barely move.

Another flash of pain...

The taste of blood...

Your lower lip is split...

Tears begin to flow from your eyes.

"Why you...?!" - you manage to say before your eyes catch the reason...

Your dark green woolen dress is now torn and pulled up: that's why the dwarfs can see your small penis and your small testicles. Five dwarfs...

Although... no – there are already seven of them in the room.

You notice two dwarfs who weren't at the table in the common area of ​​the inn.

All seven of them can see that you're not actually a girl...

Your "camouflage" is broken...

And the fact that you're a boy has really pissed someone off...

"Fuck... Why the hell are you beating this bitch-boy?! No point in ruining thing that could bring us money! I understand you expected to see a juicy cunt... If you're so disgusted, go out into the hallway and keep watch so no strangers come and cause us problems!" - says the bald, black-bearded dwarf.

"Damn... That motherfucker looked so much like a woman... Well, have fun, guys..." - grumbling dwarven curses, the one who beat you leaves the room, slamming the door loudly. You tremble with pain and fear, trying to focus your gaze on the face of the bald dwarf, clearly the most authoritative member of this group.

"Please... I..." - you mumble, feeling like even your tongue is slurring, preventing you from speaking clearly and articulately.

All sorts of nonsense is appearing in the periphery of your vision...

As if the flickering silhouettes of drunken sailors who once **** you (back in your days at Tobbin's Tavern) to kneel and suck their stinking dicks are standing near the walls.

Instead of faces, there are black, flickering shadows...

Because of these hallucinations, your consciousness feels absolutely helpless...

It seems you clearly shouldn't have drunk that shit...

"Listen, girl... You belong to us now... You are now the property of the Granite Fists... Do you understand me, girl? If you obey me, everything will be fine... If you disobey the order, it will hurt you... Very hurt... Nod if you understand me!" - voice of the bald, black-bearded dwarf echoes in your head.

You nod frantically in horror, feeling the pain of the recent blows and dizziness.

He smirks and runs his fingers through your fiery red hair falling over your shoulders, looking into your frightened emerald green eyes.

"Excellent! Be a good girl... Now let's begin, guys!" - in his cold, steel-gray eyes, you see a mixture of mocking amusement and satisfaction with your submissiveness.

Muscular, strong hands grab your weak, limp body and **** you to get on all fours on the bed.

A pathetic bitch's pose...

The realization of what's about to happen flashes through your mind.

"No! Please!" - alas, these are all you manage to utter, pathetic, useless words. A second later, a large, mushroom-shaped head of a sweat-smelling dick is thrust into your face...

And at the same time, someone's fingers grip your hips with authority...

Your dress is pulled up, and your sphincter feels the touch of lust-heated male flesh.

Your vision, clouded by the effects of **** intoxication, manages to notice that you are surrounded by dwarfs, each of whom lowers their pants and pulls out a dick.

They jerk off, and soon these rods of lust begin to swell in size...

For the first time in your life you see so many dicks at once...